Running into the Reinhardt's...!

[Arista]

Gil had become a frequent visitor of the L.A.W gyms, thought she typically appreciated at-home exercising methods, this gym was just too good to pass-up on using, after-all, she had free access to it twenty-four/seven...!

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God, my thighs burn... Gil thought as she barely managed to put on her casual clothing after cooling down for what felt like forever...! She stuffed her gym gear into her tiny-duffle-bag, and wobbled away, her legs like jelly as she shook and nearly stumbled with every-step, she eventually could bare it better, but she would need to sit down as soon as she got back to her place...!

Walking down the halls, Gil swiped her phone open, six-PM. Not bad, Gil was usually a little late to her gym visits, and there was only the few night-owls she could spot. She scrolled through her twitter-feed, it was the same old song-and-dance, typical hostility one would see on a daily basis, after-all, it wasn't L.A.W if someone wasn't threatening someone-else every five-minutes...!

Gil walked slowly, practically dragging her feet and not really watching where she was going, she got lost in her phone, and in real-life...! Her head shot up as she glanced around, a decently-open part of the gym, one she didn't recognize, this must be where all the heavy-lifters go, thought, her guess was as bad as any, she had no-clue what half this equipment would be used for anyhow...! She spun on the back of her foot and looked back at her phone, but then...!

[Monsy]

The layout was a motley of weight-lifting machinery in rows and columns on polished brown hardwood floors. All silver, almost white with rusty edges, with black iron for weights and black leather seats. There were clambers and clacks, voices of hurried breaths going in and out, the occasional grunt and groan. Mirrors are placed on the white walls in one straight row to watch form. Side by side on two inclined bench presses, Adelaide and Karolina Reinhardt matched weights and reps, exchanging looks between them, almost challenging each other. Faster. More. The latter dressed in a black workout top and gym shorts, and Adelaide was in white. Johanna was on the opposite side, shoulder pressing the maximum weight in tranquillity. She was chuckling all the way. Maria was on the far-end on a mat, barefoot with the soles taped, practicing her tornado kick on a heavy bag. The chain’s rattles and thud echoed throughout the room. Not a word amongst the family. There was just one missing…

One that Gil turned towards when she spun around. She stuck her arm out to stop them if they mindlessly walked into her limb. “You’re not supposed to be here, Hundchen.” Karla spoke, dressed in a red crop-top with black trim. Her initials K.R.R swiped across the back in gold, and she wore a similar aesthetics in her short-shorts. “Did a puppy get a little lost along her way home?” Her smile re-kindled from what was a terrible, most infuriating session. Perhaps this could revive it.

[Arista]

The varying noises weren't really of much alarm to Gil, despite her usually being in the gym when little to no-one else was around, she had bumped into a few fellow wrestlers this go-around, so she wasn't too shocked to hear more-and-more people as she went along her way. Her nose was buried into her phone, she paid little mind to the world around her, but a rude-Reinhardt awakening awaited her, as she ran mindlessly into the arm of a familiar voice, but who was it...?

Gil fumbled with her phone, happy she had a case, otherwise it would have shattered as it she dropped it onto the hard-floor...! "...So sorry, I wasn't..." Gil looked up to spot the firey-red hair, the voice, the nickname that was given to her, it was Karla...! "...O-oh, H-hey, Karla...! Sorry, I wasn't really paying much attention to where I was going, I must have come in here by accident...!" Her face turned ghostly-pale...!

Re-calling her match against Karla, she hung-in there with the red-head rather well, giving her a real run for her money, but in the end, things would turn-out sour for Gil...! "...I just..." Gil stuttered-and-stumbled on her words, bending over to grab her phone, not taking her eyes off of Karla. "...I hope you can help me find my way out, or... N-nevermind, I can do it myself...!" Gil slowly backed away, she didn't like the tone of Karla's voice, the look in her eyes, she looked like she already had a chip on her shoulder, and was ready to take out any pent-up frustration on the first person she spotted...!

[Monsy]

She observed with a brow raise. Their phone leaving to give the hardwood a rough kiss, the stumble of words, their face, then the retreat. They say to give into temptation, but with this treat, how could she not? So she took those slow steps forward, matching their pace, then taking a long step to close the distance faster. And one more sealed Gil into arm's length, which she used to lay a hand on their shoulder. "No, no. It's ok, I can help you. After all, we're civilized people and it's good manners to assist your fellow person, right, Hundchen?" Her smile turned lopsided, and she now took a step back, trying to pull Gil with the shoulder-grip.

"Come on, let's find a way out together and catch up."

But then…
Two barbells clanged into their hitch, and two sets of footsteps clopped together in disorganized rhythm. It was only a moment before their shadows took them both.

"And who is your friend o'second child of mine?" Karolina said in a tired and unenthused manner. "No one." Karla replied, but Karolina walked to Gil's side and leaned over Karla's arm to get between them, looked at the limb, then cast a glare on Gil herself, surveying up and down their whole figure. Adelaide went to the opposite side, hanging back a few steps while Karla kept quiet, but her smile soured into a twitching upper lip.

"Is she giving you trouble?"

[Arista]

The nerves set it from seeing Karla for the first time since their meeting inside the ring sent Gil sputtering nervously and looking, and failing, for a excuse to slip away, cursing herself for not paying a closer bit of attention to where she was going...! "...I-I guess, I mean, I don't really know..." Karla pulled Gil closer with an arm over her shoulder, this was doom, she was surely heading to hell, and Karla was dragging her to it...!

Suddenly, the sounds of her heroic saviors chimed in, and with it came a whole gang of... Karla's...? Gil shot her attention back and fourth, she couldn't really tell if these women were here to help her, or join in on the fun, unless, she was completely mis-reading Karla completely, and she truly was trying to help her...!

"...Oh, no, no... I mean, yes...!" Gil blushed and shuffled on her feet, things had just gone from bad to worse, this was unmistakably Karla's family, it didn't take a genius to figure that much out...! There was trouble though, she had a hard enough time reading Karla's intentions, much less these other Reinhardt's, who she had no experience with...! Whatever the case was, Gil thought it was best to speak up. "...Well, I'm not sure if you know this, but me and Karla have a tiny past, we had a match way-back, and umm... Well, I lost, and it was a pretty rough match, a bad ending too, and we haven't seen each-other since, so..." Gil zipped her eyes between all the women, completely surrounded by them...!

[Monsy]

Karla’s eyes were like a starving woman who’d been offered a meal. Her eyes never left now. They couldn’t leave, no matter what. Karla wouldn’t allow it. And now she’d need to contend with other predators who wanted their slice, so she thought, and that drove her mad within. Her head looked straight, the shakey smile aimed at no one now as the Reinhardt Matriarch and snake flanked them both. And while Gil talked, Karla shook her head, “No, they don’t know.” Karla answered, “Mm, actually, I do.” Karolina replied, and Karla’s hand on Gil’s shoulders turned into a claw.

“Yes, I remember that as well.” Adelaide stuck her finger up. “After that match, any mention of the word, and I quote a list from her staff, butt, behind, ass, cheeks, gluteus Maximus, the money-maker, heinie, or thick like a bowl of oatmeal was banned. Poor Maria… Half of her jokes were culled right then and there.” She placed her fingertips across her forehead and leaned her head back, eyes closed and sighed. “It’s so sad…”

Karla looked down, now with reddening cheeks. Silent. Now Karolina chimed in, “Don’t fret past failures, be delighted you almost overcame. I don’t need to tell you that you almost won, do I not? Fufufu, for more than half the match, her eyes were so far rolled back, she might as well have had a day and night cycle. Hahaha!”

Karolina reached out to give the stranger a pat on the head. “What's your name? It's customary to address yourself before people like us. I presume you brought tribute as well?…”

[Arista]

Gil felt cornered by Karla's gaze, trapping her in her sights with god-knows what kind of intentions, maybe she still held a grudge over the match they had, even though she won it! Who could really tell with this women, her pride and ego came before all else, and if she felt as though it were damaged, she would surely act to keep it in-tact, or repair it as necessary...!

Though, the weight bearing down on her would soon lighten, as she seemed to be more or less... Defended? Karla's family seemed to gang-up on the smallest of the group, and effectively so, as Karla's cheeks reddened, something Gil was somewhat surprised by, seeing her taken down a peg by what was, from what Gil understood, not only her family, but also her team...!

Gil let out a nervous chuckle, one that slowly turned more genuine as Adelaide listed-off a rather sizeable list of words that was banned from being spoken! "...I-I never knew I would leave that much of a mark...!" She straightened her posture slightly. "...I guess considering how I fight, that would be the thing to remember me by, right Karla...?" She tried to sound playful rather than predatory, as despite what Karla, or anyone else though, Gil didn't want to be on negative terms with her...!

"You can call me Gil...!" Gil smiled upon the group of five, though, she shrunk back down at the mention of a 'tribute' "...Y-you mean like a gift? Well, I don't really have anything, other than some dirty laundry and my phone..." Gil hoped it wouldn't be taken seriously, or that her crimes against this house of Reinhardt's would be forgiven...! She reached into her bag, grasping out for anything, never taking her eyes off of the group. "...H-how about this...!" She held up her gym-shorts...! "...Well, maybe not those..."

[Monsy]

Karla poured a long breath into her lungs then released it through a straw. She’d be stuck grinding teeth as Karolina found some enjoyment out of this little rarity. Such a woman seemed to be brimming with life, plucky, and nervous, yet the right amount of frank to not be stunned into silence. Karolina’s posture went tall, arms folded over her breasts, looking down with one almighty lifted brow. “Hm?” Shorts. Simple and not her size. Probably a sweat-sponge, filth-drawer, and not of finer quality. Her expression flattened, and she stared, unblinking, but those eyes seemed locked on them. Adelaide on the other end, chuckled, “No. We don’t accept material gifts. Please put those away, its stench is invading our air.”

Karla sighed, “You’re as clueless as ever, Hundchen.”
And from behind, another voice debuted, “What we want is for you to dance for us.” Maria said, standing there, rolling a shoulder with a hand placed on her own collar. She was sweaty, wearing a standard gym top and shorts, with tape on her feet and red hair done up in a pony. Adelaide hummed, then nodded once, “I like that idea.”

Karla’s smirk seemed to rebirth itself, and Karolina didn’t utter anything, still daunted by the audacity of gym shorts. “You heard our unanimous vote, Hundchen.” Karla placed a hand on Gil’s shoulder and thrust for a shove. “Dance for us!” Her finger snapped, once, twice, “Dance!”

[Arista]

Beads of sweat formed on Gil's forehead from the all-too long moment of silence held at her offering, in reality, it had only been a few short seconds, but to her, in might as well have been a lifetime...! All Reinhardt's, whether spoken or not, didn't accept her offering, but it went off a little better than she imagined, they were merciful, even if the comment of them stinking stung a little bit. "...They aren't that bad..." Gil muttered to herself, tossing them back into her bag.

"...D-dance!?" Gil seemed taken-aback by the proposal, or, more-or-less, a demand! She didn't know how to dance, unless wiggling around your apartment carelessly to music counted! She was far from professionally trained, and while she could muster-up descent rhythm, there was no chance it would look good...! Even still, she was in no position to reject, she still feared what might happen if she angered one, or worse, all of them...!

"...Well, I don't really know how, but..." Gil started-off slowly, wiggling her hips before busting them into faster motions! The whole 'dance' played out like a poor imitation of Shakira, the only things possibly amusing about it was just how laughable it was, and maybe just how fast she moved...! She carried on and didn't stop, but her eyes shut and her face turned pink. "...Can I please stop...?" She whimpered after a good minute...!

[Monsy]

Together they watched to mixed results. Karla was swift to dive into her pockets and draw a phone to videotape. Karolina looked down to see this, then onward without a word or expression. Johanna crossed her arms, leaned on a leg and smirked, while Adelaide nodded her head and Maria added claps to throw a beat into Gil’s mix.

“Look at you go, Hundchen!” The two younger Reinhardt siblings shared a laugh, with Maria peeking into the shot from Gil’s left, leaning over to catch a glimpse of her embarrassing front. Maria bit her lip, pointed and nearly choked on her laugh. “Haha, she’s so uncomfortable it’s hilarious! You have to post that online.” Karla nodded, “Just like when she sung me happy birthday.”

“Faster!” Johanna demanded.

But then… Karolina’s hand lifted, and all seemed to fall hush. Karla’s happiness seemed to crumble in less than a second, and Maria stepped back, white in the face. Both Adelaide and Karolina took one step forward, looked at each other, then onto the stranger. “We didn’t actually require you to do anything, as funny as it may be.” Adelaide said, “That was… what shall we say, hm… Our sense of humour.” And Karla interjected with a growl, “Speak for yourselves!” and Karolina raised her hand again, said nothing, then lowered it to them to shake. “You clearly understand the situation you’re in, and I don’t share the same ideal of torment…. You seem young and fair, so why don’t we start over if you’ll be so kind to keep your pungent gym shorts in the bag.” Karolina stated, then nodded, “You may call me Karolina Ray Reinhardt. Beside me is my half-sister Adelaide Reinhardt. The large one is Johanna Reinhardt, Adelaide's child, behind me is second-born, you know who, and behind you is my eldest, Maria Reinhardt.”